There’s something I’d like to say, because.
Once, I was watching The OC (yes, I like to watch The OC, it distracts me after school and fuck off) and the whole group of friends was with the weirdo who tried to kill Marissa, remember ? Anyway, he was bragging “Aah, my parents have hotel rooms everywhere, even in Paris, haha, am I not the coolest guy ever ?”.
And then Marissa went mad, you know, like girls do : they’re like “hellooo ! and hiiiiiii” and then they’re giggling and playing with their hair… Ridiculous. Anyway, she went totally crazy, like :
“AAAAAAH ! Paris ! Paris ! I love Paris ! I’d like so much to walk again on the Tchon Dzaylidzay !!” (I’m sorry, but you never say correctly “Les Champs Elysées”)
…
Les Champs Elysées c’est naze. It’s crap. It’s just a fucking big avenue, like Rodeo Drive. You can eat Ben&Jerry’s ice creams, buy Gucci clothing, or I don’t know. You can do there evrything you can do elsewhere in a bloody important town in the world. Les Champs Elysées, c’est moche. C’est pas Paris. It is not Paris ! Fuck.
Nan mais c’est vrai quoi, faut arrêter avec les Champs Elysées maintenant.
